Post by veileddreamer on Aug 21, 2009 10:42:20 GMT -8
Rhonda walked off, saying something about diagnostics and what he was sure was an Earth idiom. That was something about being human but not raised on the blue marble planet: everyone thought you knew what they were talking about when they made these use of those odd expressions. He had picked up a few of them during his year of study there, but a year was not enough to learn all of the sayings, especially the more ancient ones.
How could she suggest just “modifying the parameters”? Alyssa didn’t look like a person, she looked like an angel, and nothing would do except creating her from scratch. Still, he ran his eyes along the list of commands that had appeared. “PrimaryAI, that’s the name of it, of course. Make an object in the class and tie into the character’s key id, make a call over to those objects to retrieve their other information…. I had forgotten how object-oriented holodeck programs were,” he murmured more to himself than to Button. There were so many individual parameters to fill out –cleverly named by numbers instead of words, like “kindness” or “paranoia”– and he no longer remembered what they all stood for. That class and senior year at the Academy seemed so far away; who could possibly be expected to remember all parts of the AI, primary and alternate and whatever lay beyond?
“And I think something is falling out of your pocket.”
Andrew froze and his fingers deadened as he clumsily tried to force the necklace back into his pocket. There was something about the ring being on the verge of public viewing that frightened him. He felt Alyssa was his private dream, and if the ring symbolized her, its unveiling symbolized other people intruding on those memories. The embarrassment of carrying such a trinket in his pocket certainly didn’t appeal to his more sensible nature, either, and he fumbled even more furiously. In all his efforts, Drew’s numb fingers only succeeded in making it fall out of his pocket.
Clink. Clatatatatatter. Clunk.
His bluish mist-colored eyes widened as he stared at it, watched it bounce to the floor, tremble in place, and finally drop. The noises were so loud, at least to him, and he wondered how the entire crew in main engineering did not find themselves staring at him blankly. Yet everyone stayed in place, as if it slow motion, distracted by their own tasks. His gaze was fixed on the floor in horror and his mouth gaped open ever so slightly. He tried to say something, to will his tongue to move, even to stutter, but no words came.
Tag: Georgie/Any
How could she suggest just “modifying the parameters”? Alyssa didn’t look like a person, she looked like an angel, and nothing would do except creating her from scratch. Still, he ran his eyes along the list of commands that had appeared. “PrimaryAI, that’s the name of it, of course. Make an object in the class and tie into the character’s key id, make a call over to those objects to retrieve their other information…. I had forgotten how object-oriented holodeck programs were,” he murmured more to himself than to Button. There were so many individual parameters to fill out –cleverly named by numbers instead of words, like “kindness” or “paranoia”– and he no longer remembered what they all stood for. That class and senior year at the Academy seemed so far away; who could possibly be expected to remember all parts of the AI, primary and alternate and whatever lay beyond?
“And I think something is falling out of your pocket.”
Andrew froze and his fingers deadened as he clumsily tried to force the necklace back into his pocket. There was something about the ring being on the verge of public viewing that frightened him. He felt Alyssa was his private dream, and if the ring symbolized her, its unveiling symbolized other people intruding on those memories. The embarrassment of carrying such a trinket in his pocket certainly didn’t appeal to his more sensible nature, either, and he fumbled even more furiously. In all his efforts, Drew’s numb fingers only succeeded in making it fall out of his pocket.
Clink. Clatatatatatter. Clunk.
His bluish mist-colored eyes widened as he stared at it, watched it bounce to the floor, tremble in place, and finally drop. The noises were so loud, at least to him, and he wondered how the entire crew in main engineering did not find themselves staring at him blankly. Yet everyone stayed in place, as if it slow motion, distracted by their own tasks. His gaze was fixed on the floor in horror and his mouth gaped open ever so slightly. He tried to say something, to will his tongue to move, even to stutter, but no words came.
Tag: Georgie/Any